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BOOK 


THE LITTLE LIBRARY 


Wm. M. Thackeray 
The Rose and the Ring 

With the author’s own drawings 

Dinah M. Mulock 
The Little Lame Prince 

With pictures by BarrS and Ralston 

Clara W. Hunt (Editor) 

Memoirs of a London Doll 

With pictures by Emma L. Brock 

Stewart Edwarjd White 
The Magic Forest 

With many sketches of Indian things 
O’Connor (after Sir J. M. Barrie) 

The Peter Pan Picture Book 

With many pictures by Alice Woodward 

Hill and Maxwell 
Charlie and His Kitten Topsy 
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With the spring comes Wendy 






THE PETER PAN 

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PICTURE BOOK 

THE STORY SIMPLIFIED FROM 
SIR J. M. BARRIE’S PLAY 

BY 

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DANIEL O’CONNOR 


ILLUSTRATED BY 

ALICE WOODWARD 



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THE MACMILLAN COMPANY 
1923 


All rights reserved 









CONTENTS 

PART I PAGE 

Early Days . 3 

PART II 

The Never-Never-Never Land ... 33 

PART III 

The Mermaids’ Lagoon .55 

PART IV 

The Underground Home.65 

PART V 

The Pirate Ship.81 

PART VI 

Home, Sweet Home.93 












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ILLUSTRATIONS 


With the Spring Comes Wendy . . Frontispiece 

PAGE 

With Michael Sitting on Her Back ... 5 

Mr. Darling Only Pretended. 9 

The Shadow Held On Beautifully ... 17 

Wendy Gently Kissed His Cheek ... 21 

Away They Floated.27 

There Were Six of Them. 35 

“The Crocodile! The Crocodile!” . . . 41 

The Indians Crept Silently Up .... 45 

The Lost Boys Knelt before Her ... 49 

Tiger Lily Was Tightly Bound with Ropes 

opp. 56 

A Fierce Fight Ensued.59 

Spreading His Coat to the Wind^ He Sailed 
Merrily. opp. 61 

He Perceived Tinker Bell in His Glass . . 73 

“That Man Is Mine!”. opp. 88 

He Would Live in the Kennel till His Chil¬ 
dren’s Return.95 















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Part I 


EARLY DAYS 


LULLABY 























































THE STORY OF PETER PAN 


EARLY DAYS 

In one of the nicest nurseries in the 
world, there were beds for three young 
people called John Napoleon, and Wendy 
Moira Angela, and Michael, the children 
of Mr. and Mrs. Darling. The nursery 
was wide and airy, with a large window, 
and a bright fire with a high fire-guard 
round it, and a big clock, and prettily 
coloured nursery-rhyme pictures over the 
walls. It was in many ways a most inter¬ 
esting household. For one thing, although 
there was a pretty little parlour-maid 
called Liza, the children were bathed and 
dressed by a big dog called Nana, whose 
kennel was kept in the nursery. 

On the evening on which our story 
begins, Nana was dozing peacefully by 

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THE STORY OF PETER PAN 


the fireside, with her head between her 
paws. Mr. and Mrs. Darling were get¬ 
ting ready to go out to dinner and Nana 
was to be left in sole charge of the chil¬ 
dren. Presently the clock went off with 
a whirr, and struck—one, two, three, 
four, five, six—time to begin to put the 
children to bed. 

Nana got up, and stretched herself, and 
carefully switched on the electric light. 
You would have been surprised to see 
how cleverly she managed to do that with 
her mouth. Then she turned the bed¬ 
clothes neatly down and hung the little 
pyjamas over the fire-guard. She then 
trotted up to the bath-room and turned 
on the water. After feeling it with her 
paw to make sure that it was not too hot, 
she went off to look for Michael, who, 
being the youngest of the three children, 
must go to bed first. She returned imme¬ 
diately with him sitting astride on her 
back as though she were a pony. Michael, 
of course, did not want to be bathed, but 



With Michael Sitting on Her Back 


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EARLY DAYS 


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Nana was firm, and taking him to the 
bath-room, shut the door so that he should 
not be in a draught. Then Mrs. Darling 
came to peep at him as he splashed about 
in the nice warm water. 

Whilst Mrs. Darling was in the nur¬ 
sery, she heard a wee noise outside the 
window, as a tiny figure, no bigger than a 
little boy, tried the window-latch, and 
vanished suddenly at her cry of surprise. 
She flung the window open, but there was 
nothing to be seen, nothing but the dim 
roofs of the neighbouring houses, and the 
deep blue sky above. She began to 
frighten herself with eerie bogie tales, for 
the same thing had happened the day 
before, when Nana had gone to the win¬ 
dow and shut it down so quickly that she 
had cut off the boy’s shadow. Mrs. 
Darling had found it in Nana’s mouth 
and had carefully folded it and put it 
away. 

But she soon felt reassured when her 
children came in together in answer to 



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THE STORY OF PETER PAN 


her call. John Napoleon and Wendy 
were playing at their favourite game of 
being Father and Mother, and Mrs. Dar¬ 
ling’s beautiful face beamed with delight 
as she listened to them. Suddenly, in 
rushed Mr. Darling, very much excited 
because he could not fasten his evening 
tie (evening ties are difficult things to 
fasten, you know). Mrs. Darling easily 
managed that for him, and he was soon 
skipping about the room with Michael on 
his back, dropping him finally into his bed 
with a big “bump-ah!”— 

Unfortunately, in going to the bath¬ 
room, Nana accidentally brushed against 
Mr. Darling’s beautifully pressed black 
trousers and left some of her grey clinging 
hairs upon them. Now no grown-up per¬ 
son likes hairy trousers, so Mr. Darling 
was very cross with Nana, and spoke of 
dismissing her. But Mrs. Darling told 
him about the weird apparition at the 
window, how Nana had barked at it and 
shut the window down so fast that its 


Mr. Darling Only Pretended 


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EARLY DAYS 


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shadow had been cut clean off, and left 
behind. She showed him the shadow, and 
told him how glad she was to have such a 
treasure as Nana for a nurse. “You see 
how very useful Nana is,” concluded Mrs. 
Darling, as the faithful dog came in with 
Michael’s bottle of cough mixture. But 
Michael was naughty, and would not take 
it; there was a fine fuss over it, when 
Wendy, being a clever little girl, hit on a 
brilliant idea. 

“Father should take some of his medi¬ 
cine to keep Michael company.” 

“Very well,” said Mr. Darling, “we 
shall see who is the braver.” Two glasses 
were fetched and filled in a moment. 
“One, two, three,” cried Wendy; Michael 
took his like a man, but Mr. Darling only 
pretended to, and quietly hid the glass 
behind his back. John caught him in the 
act: “Father hasn’t taken his!” he cried, 
and Michael, seeing that he had been 
tricked, hurst into a loud “Boo-hoo-oo!” 
Mr. Darling, to appease Michael, thought 


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THE STORY OF PETER PAN 


of what seemed to him an excellent joke. 
He poured his medicine into Nana’s 
drinking-bowl, and when poor Nana, 
thinking that it was something nice, ran 
eagerly to lap it up, he roared with laugh¬ 
ter to see the reproachful eyes she turned 
upon him. The children, who loved their 
old nurse very dearly, were terribly dis¬ 
tressed as she slunk to her kennel, looking 
as woeful and as hurt in her feelings as 
ever a dog did. Mr. Darling, angry that 
they did not enjoy his joke in the least, 
coaxed Nana out of her kennel, seized her 
by the collar and dragged her off in dis¬ 
grace, to be chained up in the yard, “the 
proper place for dogs,” he said, in spite 
of the persuasions and pleadings of them 
all. Mrs. Darling comforted the children, 
kissing them very tenderly as mothers 
always do, tucked them up in their beds, 
sang them to sleep and, leaving the night- 
lights burning for company, crept softly 
out of the room to go to the dinner-party 
with Mr. Darling. 


EARLY DAYS 


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Everything in the big nursery was now 
still and quiet. Suddenly the night-lights 
flickered, waned, and went out one by one, 
and there darted into the room a tiny ball 
of fire, which flitted uneasily about and 
finally vanished into a jug. Then the 
same slender, graceful figure that had so 
startled Mrs. Darling leapt from the 
darkness outside the window. There was 
just one click, the window was open, and 
the little creature stepped cautiously in. 
He seemed to be looking for something; 
and you will easily guess that what he 
was looking for was his shadow. “Tink, 
where are you?” he whispered, and as then 
the light shone on the jug he went on: 
“Tink, do you know where they have 
put it?” 

Now this little ball of light was really 
a fairy girl who knew everything worth 
knowing. Most fairies do. All you could 
see of her was the little flame, but you 
could hear her distinctly, she made a tink¬ 
ling noise like a little silver bell, and that 



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THE STORY OF PETER PAN 


was why she was called Tinker Bell. 
Tinker Bell at last rested a few moments 
on the second drawer of the nursery 
dresser. Instantly the boy ran joyfully to 
it, and pulling open the drawer snatched 
out his shadow neatly rolled up, just as 
Mrs. Darling had left it. He had found 
it certainly, but the next trouble was to 
put it on again. A happy thought struck 
him; he would stick it on with soap! Sit¬ 
ting on the hearth-rug, he soaped his feet 
and then he soaped his shadow, but which¬ 
ever way he soaped they would not stick 
together. There is no use in having a 
shadow if it will not stick to you. After 
trying and trying in vain the poor little 
fellow gave up the attempt, buried his 
face in his hands, and sobbed despairingly. 

It was then that Wendy awoke. She 
sat right up in bed, and, not at all fright¬ 
ened, said: “Little boy, why are you 
crying?” 

The elfin creature sprang to his feet, 
and taking off his cap, bowed very po- 


EARLY DAYS 


15 


litely. Wendy courtsied in return, though 
she found it a difficult thing to do in bed. 

“What’s your name?” asked the little 
boy. 

“Wendy Moira Angela Darling. 
What’s yours?” 

“Peter Pan.” 

“Where do you live?” 

“Second turning to the right, and 
straight on till morning.” 

This seemed to Wendy a very funny 
address, but she was all sympathy when 
she heard that Peter had no mother. No 
wonder he was crying! But that was not 
the reason of Peter’s tears, he was crying 
because he could not get his shadow to 
stick on. This made Wendy smile, and 
she emphatically declared that soap was 
no good. It must be sewn on. 

“Shall I do it for you?” she suggested, 
and jumping out of bed to get her work- 
basket, she set to work at once. It hurts 
a good deal to have a shadow sewn on to 
your foot, but Peter bore it bravely. It 



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THE STORY OF PETER PAN 


was the right thing to do, for the shadow 
held on beautifully and Peter was so de¬ 
lighted that he danced up and down the 
nursery watching it making patterns on 
the floor as he flung his arms and legs 
about. 

“Oh! the cleverness of me!” cried 
Peter, overcome with joy, and he crowed 
with pleasure, for all the world just as a 
cock would crow. 

“You conceit,” exclaimed Wendy in¬ 
dignantly, “of course I did nothing!” 

“Oh! you did a little!” 

“A little! If I am no use I can at 
least withdraw,” she said, jumping back 
into bed and covering her head in a dig¬ 
nified way with the bedclothes. 

“Oh! Wendy, please don’t withdraw,” 
Peter exclaimed in great distress. “I 
can’t help crowing when I’m pleased with 
myself. One girl is more use than twenty 
boys.” 

This was rather clever of Peter, and at 
these sensible words Wendy got up again. 





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EARLY DAYS 


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She even offered to give Peter a kiss if 
he liked. Peter looked puzzled, but seeing 
the thimble on Wendy’s finger he thought 
she meant to give him that, and held out 
his hand for it. Now Wendy saw at a glance 
that the poor boy did not even know what 
a kiss was, but being a nice little girl of 
motherly disposition, she did not hurt his 
feelings by laughing at him, but simply 
placed the thimble on his finger. 

Peter admired the thimble very much. 
“Shall I give you a kiss?” he asked, and 
jerking a button off his coat, solemnly 
presented it to her. 

Wendy at once fastened it on a chain 
which she wore round her neck, and, for¬ 
getting the puzzle in his mind, she once 
more asked him for a kiss. 

Immediately he returned the thimble. 
“Oh! I didn’t mean a kiss, I meant a 
thimble!” 

“What’s that?” he asked. 

“It’s like this,” replied Wendy, and 
gently kissed his cheek. 


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THE STORY OF PETER PAN 


“Oh!” cried Peter, “how nice!” and he 
began to give her thimbles in return, and 
ever afterwards he called a kiss a thimble, 
and a thimble a kiss. 

“But Peter, how old are you?” con¬ 
tinued Wendy. 

“I don’t know, but quite young. I ran 
away the day I was born.” 

“Ban away—why?” 

“Because I heard my father and mother 
talking about what I was to be when I 
became a man. I don’t want to be a man. 
I want always to be a little boy and have 
fun. So I ran away and lived among the 
fairies.” 

Wendy was almost speechless with de¬ 
light at the thought of sitting beside a boy 
who knew fairies, and after a minute said: 
“Peter, do you really know fairies?” 

“Yes, but they’re nearly all dead now. 
You see, Wendy, when the first baby 
laughed for the first time, its laugh broke 
into a thousand pieces, and they all went 
skipping about, and that was the begin- 


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EARLY DAYS 


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ning of fairies. And now, whenever a 
new baby is born, its first laugh becomes 
a fairy. So there ought to be a fairy for 
every little boy and girl, but there isn’t. 
You see children know such a lot now. 
They soon won’t believe in fairies, and 
whenever a child says: T don’t believe in 
fairies,’ there’s a fairy somewhere that 
falls down dead.” 

Peter suddenly looked about the room, 
as though he were searching for some¬ 
thing. Tinker Bell had disappeared! 
Before he could grow anxious, however, 
a tinkling of bells was heard, and Peter, 
who knew the fairy language, of course 
understood it. He pulled open the 
drawer in which his shadow had been hid¬ 
den, and out sprang Tinker Bell, very 
angiy with him for shutting her up acci¬ 
dentally in the drawer. She skipped 
about the room, but Wendy gave such a 
cry of delight that Tink was frightened 
and hid behind the clock. 

“But Peter,” continued Wendy, “if 


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THE STORY OF PETER PAN 


you don’t live with the fairies, where do 
you live?” 

“I live with the Lost Boys.” 

“Who are they?” 

“Why, they are the children who fall 
out of their perambulators when their 
nurses are looking the other way. If they 
are not claimed within seven days, they 
are sent far away to the Never-Never- 
Never-Land to defray expenses. I’m 
their Captain.” 

“Oh! what fun! But, Peter, why did 
you come to our nursery window?” 

Peter told her that he came to listen to 
the lovely stories Wendy’s mother related 
to her children, for the Lost Boys had no 
mothers, and no one to tell them any 
stories. He also told her how he led them 
against their enemies, the pirates and the 
wolves, and how they enjoyed bathing in 
the Lagoon, where beautiful mermaids 
sang and swam all day long. 

“I must go back now,” he went on, 
“the boys will be anxious to hear the end 


EARLY DAYS 


25 


of the story about the Prince and the glass 
slipper. I told them as much as I knew, 
and they’re longing to hear the rest.” 

Wendy begged him to stay. 

“I’ll tell you lots more,” she promised, 
“ever so many stories if you’ll only stay.” 

“Come, Wendy!” exclaimed Peter, 
struck with a new idea. “You can tell us 
all the stories there, and darn our clothes, 
and tuck us in at night. None of us has 
ever been tucked in. All the boys long for 
a mother. Oh, Wendy, do come!” 

It was a tempting idea to Wendy, but 
a sudden thought came across her mind. 
“Peter, I can’t! Think of Mammy! Be¬ 
sides, I can’t fly.” 

“I’ll teach you, Wendy.” 

This was too much for her. “Peter, 
will you teach John and Michael to fly as 
well?” 

“Yes, if you like.” 

So John and Michael were awakened, 
and directly they heard that there were 
pirates in the Never-Never-Never-Land, 


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THE STORY OF PETER PAN 


they began to clamour to go at once. 
They watched Peter fly about the room, 
and tried to imitate him, flapping their 
arms clumsily at first like unfledged birds, 
and flopping about all over the place. 

“That will never do,” Peter said, “I 
must blow the fairy dust on you. Now 
waggle your shoulders as I do.” 

So they tried, and found that they 
could fly; just a little at first, from the 
bed to the floor and back again, then over 
the bed and across the room, and then, as 
they grew braver, almost as freely and 
easily as Peter himself. 

“Tink, lead the way!” called Peter, and 
the fairy shot out like a little star. None 
of the children had time to put on their 
day clothes, but John snatched his top hat 
as he flew out of the window, followed by 
Michael. Peter Pan held Wendy’s hand, 
and away they floated into the dark blue 
depths of the starry night. 

A minute afterwards, Mrs. Darling, 
who had just returned from the party. 


Away They Floated 


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rushed into the nursery with Nana at her 
heels, for Nana had been anxious about 
her charges, and had just succeeded in 
breaking her chain. But it was too late. 
The children were already on their way 
to the Never-Never-Never-Land. 


THE ARRIVAL OF WENDY 

A ndante con cxpresstone. 










































Part II 

THE NEVER-NEVER-NEVER- 
LAND 






















THE NEVER-NEVER-NEVER- 
LAND 


Far away in the Never-Never-Never- 
Land, the Lost Boys lived in the depths 
of the forest on the banks of a lake now 
covered with ice. The trees were bare 
without their summer dress, and wolves 
prowled and howled in the distance, and 
wild beasts snarled in the undergrowth, 
and Pirates sailed villainously up the 
lake, and Red Indians, who were friends 
of the Boys, lived secretly in their 
Wigwams hidden in the glades of the 
woods. 

The Lost Boys, who, in their fur coats, 
looked more like bears than boys, were 
anxiously awaiting Peter’s return. There 
were six of them: Slightly Soiled, the 
eldest; then came Tootles, and Nibs, and 
Curly, and the Twins, who were so much 
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34 THE STORY OF PETER PAN 

alike that one name did for both of them, 
so each was called Twin. They lived like 
moles under the ground, for fear of the 
Pirates and the wolves. Each one had a 
special staircase hollowed in a tree-trunk, 
so that they could easily run down among 
the roots of the trees into their home. 
They were playing happily about, al¬ 
though they were beginning to be a little 
anxious that Peter was so long away. 
Slightly was tootling on a whistle, and 
dancing quite merrily, with an ostrich for 
partner (a queer companion, you will 
say), when suddenly the gruff voices of 
the Pirates were heard. Nibs, who was 
very brave, slipped away through the trees 
to scout, but the others had only just time 
to scuttle down the stairs in the hollow 
trees before the big, ugly buccaneers came 
tramping up, hauling their captain, who 
was sitting in state upon a sledge. 

You could not imagine a more dread¬ 
ful-looking villain than that man was. 
His name was James Hook, and it suited 


There Were Six of Them 


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THE never-never-never-land 37 

him! He had two most evil-looking black 
eyes, his face was seamed with lines which 
seemed to express his wicked thoughts, 
his hideous chin all unshaven was as black 
as ink and as prickly as a furze-bush, his 
hair was long and black, and it hung 
around his face in greasy curls. He was 
singing a horrible song about himself, 
keeping time by swinging in the air the 
gruesome stump of his right arm, on 
which a double iron-pronged hook was 
fixed instead of a hand. Hence his name. 
That man was the most wicked pirate who 
ever lived! He simply wallowed in wick¬ 
edness! Even his own crew dreaded him; 
and they were as bad as could be! So no 
wonder the Lost Boys darted like rabbits 
to their cave. 

Now Captain Hook most of all wanted 
to find Peter Pan, for it was Peter who, 
a long time before, in an encounter be¬ 
tween the Pirates and the Lost Boys, had 
cut off his right arm and flung it to a pass¬ 
ing crocodile. The crocodile had liked the 




38 THE STORY OF PETER PAN 

taste of it so much that ever since he had 
wandered from land to land and from sea 
to sea licking his lips for the rest of the 
Captain. 

The Captain had naturally some reason 
for hating Peter, for he had a dreadful 
time in eluding the pursuit of the vora¬ 
cious crocodile, but still the beast dogged 
his footsteps, and followed him on and on 
and on by land and sea wherever he went. 
The Captain only got a start when the 
crocodile was asleep, and with that and a 
swift ship, he had managed so far to 
escape. It was an awful life! 

Fortunately for Hook, the crocodile 
had once, in an ill-advised moment, swal¬ 
lowed an alarum clock (one of those 
patent ninety-nine-years clocks, war¬ 
ranted to go any time, anywhere, and 
anyhow). Go it did, and it ticked so 
loudly that the Captain could always hear 
fhe crocodile coming, and it was the signal 
for him to bolt! 

Hook sat down on one of the enormous 


THE NEVER-NEVER-NEVER-LAND 39 

forest mushrooms (in the Never-Never- 
Never-Land mushrooms grow to a gigan¬ 
tic size) to deliberate about his mode of 
revenge. He was in the middle of a tor¬ 
rent of braggings and boastings when he 
felt his seat getting not only warm, but 
much too warm, and little wonder in that, 
for when he furiously leapt up, he found 
that he had really been sitting on a chim¬ 
ney of the underground home which Peter 
had cleverly disguised. He realized at 
once that the Lost Boys must be living in 
safety down below. 

Very soon he had a wicked, treacherous 
plan settled. He determined to cook a 
huge rich cake, with beautiful green icing 
and poisoned inside. He was sure that 
the Lost Boys, who had no mother to look 
after them, would eat it greedily, and die 
with awful pains inside. Smee, as the 
Captain’s wily lieutenant was called, was 
overjoyed at this plan, and chuckled 
loudly. 

“Shake hands on’t,” said Hook, but 


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THE STORY OF PETER PAN 


Smee did not want to, and begged to be 
excused. 

“Paw, Smee, paw,” said the Captain in 
an awful voice, so Smee had to take the 
horrid hook in his hand, and they both 
danced round while Hook sang with 
diabolical grimaces: 


“Yo ho, yo ho, when I say ‘Paw’ 

By fear they’re overtook; 

Naught’s left upon your bones when you 
Have shaken hands with Hook.” 


Just as he was gloating over his pleas¬ 
ant scheme a queer sound was heard, like 
a corn-crake coming nearer and nearer 
through a barley field. “Tick, tack, tick, 
tack, tick, tack.” 

“The Crocodile! the Crocodile!” the 
Pirate Captain yelled, and in a moment 
was flying for his life. 

The Pirates had scarcely disappeared 
in the depths of the forest when the In¬ 
dians crept silently up in pursuit of them. 
Tiger Lily, their chieftainess, was at their 


“The Crocodile! The Crocodile!” 


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THE never-never-never-land 43 

head, now running swiftly under the trees, 
now listening with her ear to the ground, 
to know where her enemies had gone. 
For, like Tinker Bell and Wendy, she 
loved Peter Pan, and his enemies were 
her enemies. 

The Redskins slid along, following the 
Pirates with steps as quiet as those of a 
beetle crawling through the grass. They 
soon passed far out of sight, and then, 
one by one, the Lost Boys peeped from 
their tree-trunks, and seeing that all was 
quiet, came out again to their playground 
in the woods. 

But their safety did not last for long. 
A fierce barking of wolves was heard, and 
Nibs, who had gone off by himself, rushed 
quite out of breath into the midst of the 
Boys, closely pursued by a pack of lean 
and hungry wolves with glittering, fiery 
eyes. What were the Lost Boys to do in 
this terrible plight, when their leader was 
far away? Fortunately, one of them 
remembered Peter’s plan. Whenever he 


44 THE STORY OF PETER PAN 

was attacked by wild beasts Peter used 
to run at them backwards, jumping along 
the ground, squinting at them through his 
legs. The Lost Boys did this all together, 
and really, it was so astonishing that the 
wolves fled with terrified howls to the 
thickets where they lived . 1 

Then Nibs told the Boys how he had 
seen the loveliest white bird you could 
imagine. 

“It was flying this way,” he said, “it 
looked so wearied, and as it flew it moaned 
‘Poor Wendy.’ ” 

“Are you sure it was a bird?” they 
asked. 

Nibs was quite sure, and almost at once, 
they saw Wendy flying through the trees 
in her white nightgown. Tinker Bell was 
by her side, darting at her, and telling the 
Boys that Peter wanted her shot, for 
Tinker was rather a bad little fairy some¬ 
times. She said this because she was 

1 This is a good way of scaring away mad bulls and 
wild animals, but it is always safer to practise on cows 
or in the Zoo first. 


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THE NEVER-NEVER-NEVER-LAND 47 

jealous of Wendy, since Peter and 
Wendy had kissed each other. 

Instantly, Tootles seized his bow and 
arrow, and shot at the bird, as he thought, 
and she fell fainting to the ground. 

At once the Boys saw that she was no 
bird, but a little girl, and perhaps the 
very mother whom Peter had promised to 
bring them. They were very frightened, 
and soon were sure that they had done a 
dreadful thing, for Peter came flying 
down with John and Michael, and imme¬ 
diately inquired after Wendy. 

“She flew this way. Haven’t you seen 
her?” he asked. 

“Yes,” said Tootles, and pointed to her 
as she lay motionless on the ground. 

Peter bent over her and took the arrow, 
and in his anger would have killed Tootles 
with it, if Wendy had not stayed him, by 
feebly moving her hand. Then they were 
all glad, for Wendy was not dead, as they 
had thought, but only stunned. The 
arrow had fortunately struck the button 


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THE STORY OF PETER PAN 


which Peter had given her in mistake for 
a kiss. Soon she was quite well again, but 
so faint and tired, after her long flight 
through the air. 

The Boys did not know what to do. 
They did not like to carry her down into 
the cave, as it might not be sufficiently 
respectful, so they planned to build a 
house over her. Only they did not know 
what kind of a house to build. 

Then Wendy sang in her half-sleep the 
kind of house she wanted: 


























The Lost Boys Knelt before Her 


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THE NEVER-NEVER-NEVER-LAND 



and the Boys fetched logs out of the 
forest, and a grate and a rug from the 
underground cave, and built a beautiful 
home for her out of wood, and tarpaulin, 
and make-believe. They made a chimney 
out of John’s tall hat, which he had been 
Londony enough to bring with him, and 
they made a splendid knocker out of the 
sole of one of Tootles’ boots. 

When it was finished—it was built 
round Wendy as she lay on the ground— 
Peter knocked solemnly at the door, and 
Wendy opened it and came out, very 
pleased and happy. The Lost Boys knelt 
before her, and begged her to be their 
Mother, and tuck them in at night-time, 
and tell them stories before they went to 
bed. She said that she was not quite sure 















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THE STORY OF PETER PAN 


if she could, but she would do her best, if 
only Peter would be Father, and that 
now, if they liked to come in, she would 
tell them the story of Cinderella. 

In they bundled one after the other to 
listen to the tale. And they were so big, 
and the house was so small, that they must 
have been packed like sardines inside. 
But a sort of cosy feeling like that was, I 
expect, just what they wanted, and they 
were very happy. 

The evening fell softly down on the 
forest, and the shadows rose, so that 
everything was dark and still, save for the 
occasional baying of a wolf. Lights were 
lit in the little house, and at last, when it 
was quite night, Peter came out with his 
sword, and walked up and down like a 
sentry, to guard the new’little mother he 
had brought for the Lost Boys. 


Part III 

THE MERMAIDS’ LAGOON 



THE MERMAIDS’ LAGOON 

One fine summer evening Peter, with 
Wendy and their little family, went down 
to the Lagoon where the Mermaids lived. 
The Never-Never-Never-Land, as you 

see, is full of the most strange and inter¬ 
esting creatures; some of them terrible, 
like the Pirates, wolves, and crocodiles; 
others, like the fairies and the Mer¬ 
maids, altogether beautiful and charming. 
Wendy and her brothers, who had never 
seen a real Mermaid with a tail, were very 
much excited, and as luck would have it, 
just as they arrived at the lagoon, one of 
them, seated on a rock, was combing her 
long tresses, on which the sunlight 
gleamed, until they shone like a mixture 
of gold and bronze, for they had a beauti¬ 
ful greenish tinge. As she combed her 
hair, she sang such a wonderful melody 
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56 


THE STORY OF PETER PAN 


that the boys longed to catch her. They 
instantly dashed into the water, but with 
a piercing cry of “Mortals!” the Mermaid 
dived out of their reach into the lowest 
depths. 

“But look! here is another little Mer¬ 
maid! Surely we can catch her!” said 
John Napoleon Darling, and he very 
nearly did. Mermaids, however, are hard 
to catch, and when caught, are still harder^ 
to hold. John succeeded in getting the 
little sprite in his hands, but wriggling 
like an eel, she slipped out of his grasp. 
Breathless with excitement, the whole 
band of children clambered on to the 
rocks, when all at once a cry went up: 
“The Pirates!” Sure enough a boat was 
approaching, and in it were seated the two 
pirate lieutenants, Smee and Starkey. 
The Boys were already swimming to the 
shore as fast as they could, when to his 
horror Peter recognized Tiger Lily sit¬ 
ting in the stern tightly bound with ropes. 
In a flash he guessed what was their in- 




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THE MERMAIDS’ LAGOON 


57 

tention. The wretches meant to leave her 
all bound as she was, upon the rock, until 
the tide came up and drowned her. 

Determined to save her, Peter thought 
of a dever trick. Imitating the wicked 
Captain’s voice he called out: “Cut her 
bonds and let her go!” The effect was 
marvellous: the astonished buccaneers, 
fearing to disobey their captain, instantly 
released Tiger Lily, who leapt into the 
water and swam towards the Boys. 

The Pirates had turned and were row¬ 
ing back, when they saw Hook swimming 
towards them, and learnt from him how 
they had been duped. Horribly enraged, 
he chased them out of the boat, leaving 
them to swim back to the ship as best they 
might, while he himself set about recap¬ 
turing Tiger Lily. 

But the Pirates once safely out of the 
way, Peter and his friends went back to 
the rock to attack the Captain, who was 
now single-handed. A fierce fight en¬ 
sued, Hook using his iron prong to some 


58 


THE STORY OF PETER PAN 


purpose on poor Peter, while the boys, 
seizing Hook’s boat, rowed off with Tiger 
Lily in it. At last, finding himself out¬ 
done, the Captain gave up the fight, and 
in all haste swam back to his ship. 

Peter, left alone on the rock with 
Wendy, found her so exhausted that she 
could neither swim nor fly any further. 
With difficulty he managed to help her to 
a firm footing, but the tide was rising, 
and they were both in great danger. As 
he watched the water silently creeping 
nearer, Peter almost despaired. But all 
at once a large kite came flying slowly 
over the lagoon. In a second Peter had 
seized its tail, and binding it tightly round 
Wendy, he sent her sailing away in safety, 
bravely calling, “Good-bye Wendy!” un¬ 
til she was out of sight. 

Then, indeed, as the tide rose steadily, 
Peter was in great peril. The water 
reached his feet, and he was beginning to 
think it would be a “tremendous adven¬ 
ture to die,” when who should come sail- 



A Fierce Fight Ensued 


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Spreading his coat merrily to the wind 








THE MERMAIDS’ LAGOON 


61 


i n g by but a great sea-bird on its nest, 
which had been blown off the cliffs by the 
rising storm. “Hurrah!” cried Peter, 
“there’s a lovely boat for me!” and chas¬ 
ing the bird off, in he stepped, curled him¬ 
self round, and spreading out his coat to 
the wind, sailed swiftly and merrily after 
Wendy. 


Pabt IV 


THE UNDERGROUND HOME 



THE UNDERGROUND HOME 

The days passed merrily in the under¬ 
ground home, where Wendy was the 
sweetest little mother, and Peter the 
bravest father you could ever have found 
anywhere. The cave was large and 
roomy, and the rocks out of which it was 
hollowed were of a deep brown colour. 
There was a fine large fireplace, and over¬ 
head, near the ceiling, were hung baskets 
and fishing-tackle and all sorts of things 
likely to be useful to cave-dwellers. 

Wendy had not been long there before 
she had improved the home and made it as 
comfortable as her own nursery. It is 
wonderful what clever girls can do, even 
with the poorest materials. There was 
now a huge bed for all the Boys, and a 
basket for Michael, because he was the 
littlest and because a cradle is such a 
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66 THE STORY OF PETER PAN 

homely thing to have about the house. 
And in a corner of the room, hidden be¬ 
hind a tiny crimson curtain, there was a 
wee little chamber for Tinker Bell, 
daintily furnished to suit the tastes of a 
girl fairy. There were stools made of 
mushrooms for the Boys, and two com¬ 
fortable chairs made of pumpkins, where 
Peter and Wendy could sit in state, as 
was fitting the father and mother of the 
little family. 

One Saturday night, Wendy and the 
Boys were all downstairs together, wait¬ 
ing for Peter to come back from a hunting 
expedition. Outside, the faithful Tiger 
Lily and her Bed Indian band were keep¬ 
ing guard against the Pirates. 

Presently the crackling of branches 
indicated Peter’s approach through the 
underwood. Tiger Lily sprang up to 
meet him, and the Lost Boys ran to the 
tree-trunk stairways to welcome him on 
his return. He was the best of fathers; 
and never forgot to be a little boy, for he 



THE UNDERGROUND HOME 


67 

had filled his pockets with fruit for the 
boys who had been good, and he let them 
rummage through and through his coat 
like rats in a corn sack. 

Then he turned towards Wendy, who 
was very busy mending the children’s 
socks by the fireside. She looked very 
charming in her pretty brown frock the 
colour of autumn leaves, with scarlet ber¬ 
ries in her hair, and she made Peter very 
happy as they exchanged thimbles and 
talked over the boys and their doings as if 
they had really been their father and 
mother. When the children clamoured 
for a dance, Peter even said that he was 
too old for such a game, and that his old 
bones would simply rattle, and Wendy 
also thought that the mother of such an 
armful could not go skipping about with 
her children. So Peter sang, “Sally in 
our Alley,” which song Wendy thought 
no one else in all the world could sing so 
sweetly as the darling of her heart, while 
the others danced pillow dances, and 


68 


THE STORY OF PETER PAN 


bolster dances, and turned somersaults on 
the beds, and did all the other jolly and 
lively things that everyone wants to do 
just about bed-time, when one ought to 
be thinking of going to sleep. 

At last they quieted down, for Wendy 
to tell them just one more story before 
they were tucked in for the night. They 
clustered eagerly round, interrupting 
every sentence, as children always do, even 
the best of them, while Wendy told her 
story. And the story somehow seemed 
familiar to John, and Michael, and Peter, 
for it was the tale of Mr. and Mrs. Dar¬ 
ling, poor dears, who had lost their chil¬ 
dren one winter night; and how sad they 
were about it, how lonely they felt, and 
how the nursery window would always be 
kept open ready for the children if ever 
they should come flying home again. 

When she had finished, Peter stood up 
sadly. “No, Wendy,” he said, “I thought 
so once, but you cannot be sure that the 
window will be kept open. When I went 


THE UNDERGROUND HOME 


69 


back to my mother, the window was 
barred, and there was another little boy 
sleeping in my cradle.” At that thought, 
Wendy started up with a look of horror 
in her face: “Perhaps by this time, 
Mother may be in half-mourning,” she 
exclaimed, and John and Michael felt they 
dared not stay another moment in the 
N ever-N ever-N ever-Land. 

What would they do if they were too 
late in coming back, and found other 
children in their beds, other children being 
bathed and dressed by Nana? They must 
go home at once. 

The Boys crowded round Wendy, im¬ 
ploring her not to leave them, but she 
was firm. Not only would she return 
with John and Michael, but she would 
take all the Boys with her, for her mother 
to adopt. The Boys, as soon as they heard 
themselves invited to come too, were as 
happy as larks. For now each of them 
would have a true mother in Mrs. Dar¬ 
ling, and would live in a house like other 


70 


THE STORY OF PETER PAN 


boys. In a moment they were packing 
their baby clothes, and were ready to start 
on their journey. 

Peter alone refused. He was miser¬ 
able at the thought of losing Wendy, but 
he couldnt consent to grow old and have 
a beard, as he knew he must do if he left 
the Never-Never-Never-Land. Never, 
never, could he do that! There was noth¬ 
ing for him, then, but to stay behind. 
Wendy was as careful as a little mother 
in pouring out Peter’s medicine, and made 
him promise faithfully to take it every 
night. 

But suddenly there was a stamping 
overhead, and a banging and a clashing, 
and a shouting, and a sound of heavy 
people wrestling and struggling to and 
fro. The Pirates had taken the Bed In¬ 
dians by surprise. The children heard the 
fighting, and listened like mice to the 
squalling of cats, as frightened as could 
be, while Peter waited with his sword. 
The battle was very soon over. The Red- 


THE UNDERGROUND HOME 


71 

skins were beaten and ran like hares, or 
crawled dangerously wounded into the 
thickets. The triumphant Pirates were 
left victorious, though a little out of 
breath, close above the children’s heads. 

Hook, their captain, more wicked-look¬ 
ing than ever, listened at the mushroom 
chimney. If the Indians have won,” 
Peter was saying, “they’ll beat the 
tomtom.” 

“Aha!” thought Hook, and he picked 
up a tomtom that one of the flying Indians 
had left behind, and sounded it loudly: 
rub a dub, rub a dub, dub, dub, dub.” 

Hurrah!” shouted the children down 
below. “An Indian victory!” 

“All will be safe,” said Peter. “You 
may go now! Tink will show you the 
way,” and bidding a hurried good-bye to 
Peter, away they all went up the stair¬ 
ways in the tree-trunks, out into the forest. 

The Pirates were ready for them. As 
each child came above the ground, he was 
seized by one of the swarthy ruffians who 


THE STORY OF PETER PAN 


72 

stood waiting. One by one and silently 
they were captured and flung into boats 
and transported to the pirate ship which 
had anchored in the lake close by. 

Everything had been done so quietly . 
that Peter was quite unaware of his 
friends’ sad fate. He only knew that he 
was all alone, that Wendy had left him, 
and that she, and Michael, and John, and 
all the Lost Boys who had been his com¬ 
panions were on their way from the 
Never-Never-Never-Land to the country 
of the ordinary people who wear tall hats 
and frock coats as soon as they are old 
enough, and grow up one after the other. 
Poor Peter threw himself on his bed and 
sobbed himself to sleep. 

Hook was still lurking about, for the 
one thing that annoyed him most was that 
Peter had not left the cave with the rest, 
and was as yet safe. 

But in his wicked heart a wicked scheme 
had already risen by which he hoped to 
kill his enemy. He had carefully listened 



He Perceived Tinker Bell in His Glass 


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THE UNDERGROUND HOME 


75 


to Wendy’s last words: “Be sure and take 
your medicine, Peter.” Here was the 
Captain’s last chance. Creeping down to 
the door of the cave, he stretched his long 
arm round the ledge just inside, and 
poured a few drops of deadly poison into 
the glass, and with a grin of triumph on 
his ugly face, he threw his cloak over his 
shoulder and stole away. 

“Tap, tap, tap.” Somebody was knock¬ 
ing at the door. “Who’s there?” asked 
Peter sleepily. 

“Tap, tap, tap.” 

He got up and opened the door. Tinker 
Bell, tinkling excitedly, flew into the 
room. “The Pirates have captured them!” 
she tinkled; “the Pirates have captured 
them!” As Peter excitedly snatched up 
his dagger and sharpened it very sharply 
on the grindstone, he perceived Tinker 
Bell in his glass of medicine. He soon 
learnt the reason when his little fairy told 
him in a weak voice that it was poisoned, 
and that she had drunk the poison as the 


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THE STORY OF PETER PAN 


only way to save his life. It was indeed 
an act of self-sacrifice; for too well did 
Tink know how much Peter loved Wendy, 
and that no warning of hers would pre¬ 
vent him from keeping his promise. 

Poor Tinker Bell was dying, and die 
she would have done were it not that 
Peter, in a frenzy of grief and with tears 
in his eyes, made this passionate appeal to 
all children: “Do you believe in fairies? 
If you do, clap your hands, and that will 
save poor Tinker Bell.” As his cry rang 
round the world, there came an echo of 
sound as of millions of little hands clap¬ 
ping, as if all the children throughout the 
world knew suddenly that of course they 
believed in fairies. 

The result was magical. Tinker Bell 
was saved; her light, which had been get¬ 
ting fainter and fainter, grew brighter and 
brighter again; the merry sound of tin¬ 
kling (her way of speaking to Peter) 
which had almost become inaudible, now 
grew stronger and stronger. She was 


THE UNDERGROUND HOME 


77 


once more the bright little fairy that 
escorted Peter to the Darling nursery, 
and again under her guidance, Peter set 
forth to rescue the Boys and ^Vendy. 




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Part V 


THE PIRATE SHIP 

























THE PIRATE SHIP 


The pirate ship was a terribly evil¬ 
looking craft with its painted sails, its 
heavy tarred cordage, and its flag with 
the skull and cross-bones upon it, flapping 
grimly at the stern. The poor children 
were at once driven into the dark and 
dirty hold, while Hook walked the deck, 
rubbing his hands and chuckling to him¬ 
self to think that at last he had them in 
his power. 

“Are all the prisoners chained so that 
they can’t fly away?” he asked Smee, who 
was busy at his sewing-machine. 

“Ayev aye, Captain,” answered Smee. 

“Then hoist them up,” shouted the 
Captain. 

He seated himself on a chair covered 
with a white bearskin, waiting while the 
Boys, whose wrists were chained together, 
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82 


THE STORY OF PETER PAN 


were dragged out of the hold and brought 
before him. Six of them, he said, were 
to walk the plank at once, but he would 
save any two who were willing to be cabin 
boys. The children were not at first sure 
what walking the plank meant, but Hook 
soon enlightened them by roaring out a 
song in explanation. 

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he sang, waving his hook to show how 
when the plank tipped they would be shot 
into the water and drowned. 

Turning towards John Napoleon Dar¬ 
ling he shouted: “You look as if you had 
some pluck in you!” John hesitated. In 
his school-boy days he had always thought 
a pirate’s life very attractive, so stepping 
forward, he said: “Will you call me Red- 
handed Jack?” The Captain laughed 
with delight, and promised to give him 
that name if he joined the crew. Then 
Michael went up to him and slapped him 
on the shoulder. “What will you call me 
if I join?” he asked. “Black-Bearded 
Joe,” answered the Captain, and until 
another question arose Michael was much 
pleased. The cabin boys were told that 
they must of course swear “Down with 
King George!” and to this neither boy 
would consent. John and Michael were 
then pushed on one side and told that their 
doom was sealed, while Hook shouted, 
“Bring up their mother.” 


84 < THE STORY OF PETER PAN 

In a moment Wendy was dragged from 
the hold, and when the Boys rushed to 
protect her they were pulled back, leaving 
her standing alone, looking very fright : 
ened but pretty in her brown dress, with 
a long brown cloak wrapped round her. 
Hook asked her if she had any last mes¬ 
sage for her sons who were about to die. 
Wendy spoke beautifully to the Boys, 
telling them she was sure their real moth¬ 
ers would wish them to die like English 
gentlemen. Her courage so inspired the 
children that they all cried they would 
do what their mothers wished. Upon this, 
Wendy was cruelly tied to the mast while 
Hook’s orders were being carried out. 

But, just as the Boys’ fate seemed de¬ 
termined something happened to change 
Hook’s glee into terror. “Tick, tick, ter- 
ick, tick, tick!” he heard, and at the 
dreaded sound he yelled: “The crocodile! 
hide me, hide me!” In abject fear he 
rushed to a corner of the ship while his 
men crowded round him, intent only upon 


THE PIRATE SHIP 


85 

shielding their captain from the jaws of 
the monster. The Boys, too, waited 
breathless with horror, until with sudden 
relief and rapture they saw not the croco¬ 
dile but their beloved captain Peter Pan 
appearing over the ship’s side. In one 
hand, at arm s length, he held an alarum 
clock, the ticking of which had made Hook 
believe that the crocodile was upon him. 

Making a sign to his friends, Peter 
dashed into the cabin unseen by the 
Pirates and shut the door. The tick¬ 
ing ceased directly, and Hook’s terror 
vanished. 

Returning to his dreadful purpose he 
cried: “Now here’s to Johnny Plank!” 
Again he began to sing, “Yo ho, yo ho, 
the frisky plank,” but the Boys, filled with 
hope and excitement, drowned his voice 
by singing “Rule, Britannia,” and just as 
the Pirate was about to vent his rage upon 
them he was silenced by a shrill and pierc¬ 
ing coek’s-crow from the cabin. 

Struck motionless with terror, the crew 


86 


THE STQRY OF PETER PAN 


looked to their captain for some explana¬ 
tion, who ordered Gecco, one of his men, 
to enter the cabin and see what was the 
matter. Hook waited, but Gecco did not 
return, and once again was heard the 
awful mysterious crowing. “Someone 
must bring me out that doodledoo, roared 
the Captain, and as no one volunteered, 
“I thought I heard Starkey volunteer,” he 
said, pointing his hook at Starkey. Mad 
with terror of the hook as well as of the 
uncanny creature in the cabin, Starkey 
rushed wildly round the deck, and finally, 
to escape both, flung himself overboard. 

Furious at this mutinous behaviour, 
Hook shouted, “ I’ll bring that doodledoo 
out myself,” but he had no better success, 
and came rushing back in a cowardly fash¬ 
ion, saying: “Something blew out the 
light.” 

A happy idea now struck him. “Drive 
the Boys in—let them fight the doodledoo 
—if they kill him so much the better, if he 
kills them we’re none the worse.” 



THE PIRATE SHIP 


87 


This, of course, was just what the chil¬ 
dren wanted, but concealing their delight, 
they allowed themselves to be driven into 
the cabin. In the meantime, all the Pi¬ 
rates huddled together, hiding their faces. 
Sailors, you know, are very superstitious, 
and they all thought the ship was be¬ 
witched. So terrified were they that no 
one saw Peter steal out, followed by the 
Boys, who crept silently up the ladder to 
the higher deck. No one saw Peter cut 
the ropes which bound Wendy, and take 
her place at the mast, and cover his face 
with the brown cloak she had left, while 
Wendy joined the Boys. 

“It’s the girl!” cried Hook, “there’s 
never luck on a pirate ship with a woman 
aboard; let’s throw her over.” All the 
men knew that their captain was right, 
and one of the Pirates started up and 
shook his fist at the brown-robed figure at 
the mast. “There’s nothing can save you 
now, Missy,” he cried. “There is one,” 
came a ringing voice, and the brown cloak 



88 THE STORY OF PETER PAN 

was flung aside and there stood, Peter 
Pan. “Down, Boys, and at them,” he 
shouted, and with a rush the Boys, armed 
with weapons which Peter had found and 
given them in the cabin, swarmed down 
upon the lower deck. The Pirates be¬ 
lieved that all the Boys had been slain by 
the mysterious doodledoo, and were panic- 
stricken as they saw them with swords and 
daggers. Some of the crew rushed to the 
bulwarks and leapt overboard; others with 
their knives fell upon the Boys, while 
Hook backed into the cabin fighting for 
his life. “Put up your knives, Boys, that 
man is mine!” cried Peter, pointing to 
Hook. The Boys turned their attention 
to the remaining members of the pirate 
crew, who were one by one forced into the 
sea, while the two mortal enemies ap¬ 
peared at the cabin door closed in deadly 
combat. Each was determined to kill the 
other. Step by step Hook was driven 
back to the side of the ship. He felt him¬ 
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“ ’Tis some fiend fighting me! Who are 
you, Pan?” 

“I’m youth!” cried Peter, “Pm a little 
bird that has broken out of the egg. I’m 
youth! I’m joy!” 

With that he wrenched Hook’s sword 
from him and pushed him into the sea, 
right into the jaws of the waiting croco¬ 
dile, who caught him at last. 

The Boys burst into ringing cheers as 
they and Wendy crowded round their 
hero, who stood like a conquering Na¬ 
poleon while the pirate flag was lowered. 


The Fate of the Pibates 

All the Pirates save two, Smee and 
Starkey, jumped into the sea and were 
drowned. 

Smee, the Irish Pirate, who was not so 
wicked as the rest of the crew, managed 
to swim ashore, and subsequently became 




90 


THE STORY OF PETER PAN 


a reformed character and a brave sailor in 
His Majesty’s Fleet. 

Starkey, who had never shed blood, but 
had been guilty of many cruel deeds, was 
captured by the Redskins and led a miser¬ 
able life, for Great Big Little White 
Panther, the Indian chief, compelled him 
to act as nurse to the papooses of the tribe 
—a sad come-down for a pirate! 


Part VI 


HOME, SWEET HOME 












































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HOME, SWEET HOME 


But at home in the Darling household 
all this time there was deep sorrow. Mr. 
Darling, as a punishment to himself for 
taking their guardian Nana away, had 
vowed that he would live in the kennel till 
his children’s return. For months now he 
had lived in it, and had been carried to 
business in it every morning, much to the 
disgust of the prim little housemaid Liza. 

Mr. Darling had become quite a celeb¬ 
rity, and great ladies, leaders of society, 
found him so interesting and touching, 
that they all cried out as he passed by, 
“Oh, do come to dinner at our house, do 
come in the kennel!” All the halfpenny 
papers had asked him to write the cricket 
and football news for them, and his pic¬ 
ture postcards were to be seen at every 
shop window. 


93 


94 THE STORY OF PETER PAN 

But it happened one evening, when he 
returned from business, carried as usual 
in the kennel, he was taken up to the now 
desolate nursery, where Mrs. Darling 
spent most of her time mourning for her v 
lost children, while the faithful Nana tried 
in vain to cheer her up. “George, George, 
I believe you are beginning to like that 
kennel,” she said reproachfully as he 
crawled out. He denied the charge, how¬ 
ever, and tried to comfort Mrs. Darling, 
who never for one moment forgot the little 
empty beds and the silence and cheerless¬ 
ness of the nursery. Then he left her, and 
sitting down by the fire, Mrs. Darling was 
alone with her sad thoughts. 

Scarcely, however, had she closed her 
eyes when three little figures flew in at 
the window and nestled cosily in their 
beds. Then softly Wendy called to her 
mother. But when Mrs. Darling looked 
round she simply couldn’t believe that the 
children were really there. So many 
times before she had dreamt of their re- 



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turn, that it was not till they all three 
crowded round her that she realized that 
they had indeed come home. Oh! what 
joy to feel once more those dear faces, 
cool and fresh from the flight through the 
night air, pressed against hers, hot with 
tears; to hear once more the sound of those 
sweet voices as they all talked at once. At 
last, when she was a little calm, Wendy 
began telling her about Peter Pan and 
the Lost Boys, who with Peter Pan him¬ 
self were all waiting outside. Directly 
Mrs. Darling saw them, and heard that 
they had no mothers, she instantly 
adopted them all. Though the house 
would be rather crowded, she could easily 
put up extra beds in the drawing-room^ 
she said, and with a screen on her “At 
Home” days, all could be comfortably 
managed. 

The only difficulty lay with Peter. 
Much as at first sight he loved Mrs. Dar¬ 
ling, much as he loved Wendy, he couldn’t 
consent to grow up. So at last it was 


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THE STORY OF PETER PAN 


arranged that he should fly back alone to 
the Never-Never-Never-Land, and that 
once a year Mrs. Darling would allow 
Wendy to go and stay with him for a 

whole week to do his spring cleaning. 
****** 

The Tree Tops 

High in the tree tops of the Never- 
Never-Never-Land, Tinker Bell placed 
the little house that was built for Wendy. 
The tree tops are soft as velvet, and in 
the evening at twilight are all bejewelled 
with tiny mauve, and white, and blue 
lights. The mauve ones are boy fairies, 
the white, girl fairies, and the blue lights 
are darling little sillies who are not quite 
sure what they are. 

And the^tiU me is filled with the sing- 
in JR |Jbirdl*ana le ringing of hundreds 
of little fairy bells. But the sweetest 
sound of all is the fluting of Peter Pan’s 
pipe as he sits outside the little house and 
calls to the spring to make haste, because 
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